Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

"i love you"

Harry: You didn't ever really understand Quidditch, as it wasn't something you were interested in, but Harry absolutely loved it, so you watched the games, cheered on your boyfriend, and even celebrated with them after a win. It was starting to annoy you, though. Even with you supporting him, even when you celebrate with them, you get left out; like a third-wheel really. He didn't pay much attention to you and focused mainly on Ron, while people crowded around him and literally pushed you out of the way.

"Harry." You stated firmly, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the crowd, letting out a soft huff of annoyance as he hesitated to follow you, trying to continue talking to people. Of course, you got very angry and let go of his arm, leaving him to talk with the rest of the Gryffindor house.

Storming out angrily, you head outside. You hadn't really planned where you wanted to go exactly so you just walked around, risking getting in trouble.

You noticed Hagrid peeking out his window before he dissapeared, only to throw the door open quickly and call you inside.

"What were ye' thinkin', bein out aft'r dark, Y/n? You could've gotten in lots of trouble!" He shouted, letting the door shut behind him as he followed you back in.

You shrugged slightly, avoiding his gaze as you made your way over to his couch, sitting down silently.

"Well, Y/N-" He was cut off by the door slamming open, and Harry appearing.

"I'm sorry." He blurted out, stepping towards you with his arm reached out.

You looked away from him and up at Hagrid, trying to ignore Harry.

"Please, y/n. I love you, I'm sorry." He rambled on, getting your attention with the "I love you".

"What?" You questioned, glancing back over at him, your cheeks a dark shade of red.

"I.. love you." He breathed out.

Ron: You and Ron were teasing each other when you literally blurted out, "I love you, you big goof."

He wasn't even taken aback, he just pulled you closer to his chest, kissing the top of your head, replying, "I love you too, you big nerd." (So so short but it gets to the point, right?)

Draco: (This will probably be very cliché)

Draco had become distant. He wasn't being distant from you, no. He was being distant from his friends, his family, and the teachers.

You always tried comforting him, holding him close to you until he eventually falls asleep.

You learned that running your fingers through his hair really calms him down.

One day, he was really upset, to the point of tears, actually. You had no idea what to do and the best you could think of was to hold him and whisper soothing things in his ear until he stopped crying.

Moving your fingers slowly through his hair, your arm tightly around him and your chest of against his. "It's alright, baby boy.. I love you, okay? You're alright."

Fred: Fred, being the cheesy boy that he is, got his brother to pretend to be him for the day to see if you could tell the difference.

At first, you didn't notice but after a couple of minutes of talking to him, you realized something was off. So, you asked him a couple of questions that only Fred would know, and he got them all wrong, keying in that this was not your boyfriend.

"Really, George? Did Fred put you up to this?" You questioned, tilting your head lightly as you looked at the boy.

He shrugged slightly before giving you a small laugh, being interrupted by someone running towards the two of you and engulfing you in a hug, mumbling over and over again, "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"I love you as well, Fred.

George: "She's absolutely brilliant, Fred. I love her so much.." You heard George speaking in a low whisper, causing a sad aura to come over you as you realized he was talking to the picture of Fred on his bedside table.

"I don't know what I'd do without her, she's all I have.." You could hear the crack in his voice, indicating that he had begun crying.

You hated this. George was always talking to his pictures of Fred or mumbling to himself, possibly thinking that Fred is still here with him. Fred's death was very tragic, but it had been a year. You thought that he'd tone it down a bit.

"George?.." You asked softly, pushing the bedroom door open slightly, sticking your head right inside the door frame.

He jumped slightly, dropping the picture frame onto the bed as you walked in.

You noticed his face was red and streaked with tears, causing you to breathe in deeply. "Baby.." You cooed lightly, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside him, gently wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him to you as he leaned towards you, resting his head on your shoulder, letting out a choked sob. "Hey, it's okay." You moved one of your hands up to his hair, gently running your fingers through it as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, trying to keep you as close to him as possible.

"I love you, y/n." He choked out, burying his face in your neck.

"I know, George, I love you too." You kissed the top of his head gently, sitting there with him for a good hour, just holding him in your arms.

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